low-hung

 Low-Hung (Dying)

5-24-20

Submerged in daylight like a magnet's keeper 

Like an easy sleeper 

She says make it a good one 

Yet only Jesus can do such 

As I linger by the ears as well 

Let wisdom see your new reason 

In a poem called not only a dawn called 

Yes, O what a way to go 

O, what a mess fume and flock 

You are for the low-hung dying of tapping 

Learning how to be in there 

More than one place at a time 

In minimal of coolness yea, color her good and bad 

Like wood that makes pen and pad

Where the second dimension collides with the third....

Blood On My Left Thumb

5-24-20

Just wait, so Jesus commands 

Not for if's but's or and's 

A long time ago in the dying land of this cessation 

As to ration and come on out with another fashion 

Telestial forever 

Sun blood on my left thumb 

Believing our bondservant yet to obtain again the prize 

Wanting to always see harvest drop swill one pulse dimly lit 

Through another day to believe again 

Apostleship dimly lit all frothy but not breezy 

Literally underway casting aside loyalty and pride 

In the covenant assortment to read the book of Romans 

As made in '14....

Bad Visit To Our 4th City

5-24 -20

By our third visit to our fourth city 

Spun like a toy getting used to lungs drifted down the ridicule 

Lowly do we need our backs?

Playing no favorites when it comes to family 

O, shine your light on me 

Yet juxtaposed humming it where it all works out 

When love thrives over uncertainty 

Kind, cool and aloof 

Just breathe it in 

God have me to be hungry for fish and onion rings 

Yet justified jerking jams of jelly 

And a peace that passes all praise 

And a little bit of faith goes a long way....